(holding on to) hope

It’s difficult to hold on to hope. Difficult still,when our heart is broken repeatedly by oneswhom we held dear. A single tear conjures afervent storm, one which destroys every last shred until we can not cope.

I beg my heart be still, listen to river aroundyou, hear murmuring increase parallel to thesound of heartbeat. I hold onto hope in formof autumnal leaf feeling its color and texturefade, knowing that soon, it shall rejuvenate.

I lay my head down, resting, beneath indigoskies, my lone companion being a luminousmoon. I whisper secrets to him, although hecan not comprehend. I hold onto to hope intimes when there’s scarcely a friend.

Because I believe nature is truly consistent,welcome days that arrive with a golden sun.It reminds us that, there is a light in the seaof darkness, it reminds us, to abstain, from few bad apples.

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54 thoughts on “(holding on to) hope”

Sanaa, I think this is my all-time favourite of your poems, because I can hear your voice so clearly here. I especially can see you whispering to the moon, can feel your aloneness under the sky, yet with nature as your companion. Your poem really speaks to my heart.

Yes, learn to discern those bad apples. A nice poem, Saana, yours looked for hope. Mine is without hope although I don’t say it.
Some good apples, though, do rot. Happened with my former “cherished”.
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Nature is a loyal companion for sure, though one might wish for less moments of heartbreak to compel us into the arms of this friend. I have found other humans wandering in these infinite spaces, and you are one of them.